Date: 2021-11-06 01:42 am (UTC)
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"Touch yourself. Come for me," he demanded through clenched teeth. He was lost and being so out of control was exhilarating. Bond's fingers curled, fisting a handful of Harry's shirt, as if maybe he could hold on tight enough then he wouldn't lose himself completely.

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